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Who is it?

Please, I must see Miss Lipscomb.

At this hour'?

It's urgent... about my sister.

You'll wake the whole house!

Miss Lipscomb!

It's Mister Claudel.

Paul, What's the matter?

What's happened to Camille?

She's vanished. Where could she be?

She told me nothing.

My mother's very upset.

Try the studio.

PARIS, FEBRUARY 1885

Camille, you went digging for clay again?

I just saw your mother.

She was frantic.

And Paul...

...was ready to look for you all over the world.

Are you listening?

Boucher is right, you've got the madness of mud.

You're awful. You never answer me...

...even when it's about you. Only your work counts.

Am I meant to be a sculptor'?

I'm such a dreamer!

Boucher says that Rodin is a genius...

...but that he seduces all the girls.

We'll have to watch out.

He's as _scandalous as hls work?

All his models sleep with him.

If he faces the light, we'll see him better.

Toto is transparent.

Don't leave it there.

When I'm nervous, I need Toto.

He'll think we're mad.

He's here!

Let him in.

Why me?

Let him in!

Hello, young ladies.

- Come in, please. - Yes, yes...

Yes... I must tell you, I can't stay. I'm in a rush.

Boucher said...

If I may say...

Bouchenu well and good...

A year in Rome.

...and who wouldn't rather be in Rome? Right?

But as for replacing him...

...that's a big step!

No, you have to work the clay.

Don't rely on inspiration. It doesn't exist.

What can I teach you, anyway?

A sculpture takes time.

You have to let it rest...

...forget it... to better judge it.

I know. I haven't finished it. It's unfinished.

Also, the timing's bad. I've taken on much work. I'm swamped.

Have some tea, at least.

Boucher said you left the Academy. Is that true?

Yes, why? Shouldn't we have'?

No, no. You've already solved the heating problem.

This is better. Heating is very important.

My first studio was a stable. Freezing cold.

A rich lady wanted a statue of herself.

I didn't have a cent, so I got some old shoes...

and tried to burn them for heat, you understand?

The lady arrived and posed... but the smell!

She passed out from the smell.

The scare of my life! I thought she was dead.

What's this prehistoric beast?

That's Toto. A small African rhinoceros.

Toto?

Didn't you know?

Zero plus zero equals Toto.

It feels so nice here, I forgot I'm in a hurry.

Monsieur Rodin, I'd like some marble.

You've worked on stone?

Granite. In the country.

Rhinoceros, granite... You like challenges, Miss Claudel?

So...

...we'll all think it over..

We'll see about the lessons. There are other teachers...

- Young ladies, good-bye. - Good-bye.

He's so handsome and strong! And bright! What do you think?

Nothing.

What do you mean, nothing?

We didn't ask him here to tell us stories.

That was just to get acquainted.

I can't afford it anyway.

That type says, 'I know, you don't. I see, you don't.'

You're exaggerating, Camille.

He never mentioned our work!

Do you realize?

What a lout!

Does that amuse you? Not me.

You can yawn for Papa on Sunday.

Until now Papa went along with you.

But this time he won't.

The Academy was too disciplined. You want your freedom.

Sharing a studio with a dizzy foreigner!

You don't care what it costs! Classes... rent...

Papa has to earn that money, cent by cent...

at the expense of all else.

Some life for a man his age!

Seeing his family once a week! And what about me?

When he hears that you sneak out to steal clay...

...keeping us up all night, making your brother fail school!

All for your whims!

Foryoursp-caHed 'vocahonW

And you upset your brother, having him...

read filthy books unsuitable for his age...

Unsuitable for any age!

Camille!

Leave her alone.

That shameless brat!

My first marble! He'll like it so much, he'll sign it.

Like Michelangelo with his pupils?

I wouldn't have Hugo sign my poems.

You're an anarchist, Paul. A young savage.

I can't bear school.

Thank you for giving me Rimbaucfs poems.

Will I ever be able to run away like he did?

I love your writing...

...and I adore you.

You alone believe in me.

My little Paul.

You look at me so sweetly.

Is that a sin?

Sin doesn't exist.

MARBLE WAREHOUSE

Limet...

One of the chunks from 'Eve.'

Excuse me... I'm being visited by the Ministry of Culture.

Send Louis with her.

- Do you have tools for marble? - Yes.

Good luck, then.

What have you worked with?

Green granite...

From Soissons?

Yes.

Mr. Rodin is spoiling you. Pure Pitacci.

Smell it!

This one will probably do nicely.

That one?

No. This one.

Paros, from Greeqe. Be careful, It's fragile.

A hand, or a handout?

Neither one.

Why accept an official order for work you don't plan to do?

We'll never stay on schedule this way.

My ideas don't come from orders.

What did she choose?

The pyramid.

The little one?

Yes, the Paros marble.

She doesn't know how hard it is to work with.

One wrong tap and it breaks in half.

She's too young. She should take lessons.

I saw her work, Limet...

Two heads... an old woman and a tramp. Merely sketches.

You know, when the clay is more alive than the model... like real flesh...

That's rare.

You're wrong about her.

She doesn'_t need lessons. Boucher ls wrong, too.

She'll learn by doing.

With that horrible warning--

as the steel touched my neck"-

my body shivered and a muffled cry escaped my lips.

The executioner '5' hand trembled.

'Sir,' he said to me"-

'Have I hurt you?'

These hangmen have soft hearts.

You seem to love Victor Hugo, Giganti.

He's the greatest man alive.

He's all I have...

Now I have you, too.

Papa!

Rodin could not have been indifferent.

The Dean of the School of Fine Arts...

...thought you were already Rodin's pupil.

What have I done to deserve such a daughter!

Always conniving...

...to steal her father's money.

Don't you interfere.

That tramp! If my first baby hadn't died...

...I'd never have given birth to her!

She behaves like a boy!

She hurts me...

...sets her father against me.

He'll make us all suffer for her filth.

Madame, get dressed, please.

It doesn't help to shut yourself away.

She should be shut away!

Louise Athanaise! Come on out! This is ridiculous!

Good morning, Monsieur Limet.

No luck?

Thank Monsieur Rodin for me.

Please read this article on the project which is very impressive...

Jessie, read this! Read it out loud!

'Young ladies. I am beginning a major piece of work.'

'I need apprentices. Tomorrow, 8100 a.m. My studio. Rodin.'

Watch your step!

- Morhardt! - Where's our friend?

Bad timing. Monsieur Rodin isn't here.

He's very busy these days.

Rodin goes too far. Did you see those two young girls?

On the 'Gates of Hell' there'll be small statues of the damned.

Rodin has great ideas.

With a little help from Dante and his 'Divine Comedy'.

He doesn't need help. He's been commissioned.

The boss will accomplish what he wants. He always does.

He's like a father to me.

You certainly love him.

Abandon all hope to enter here

Marcel, you needn't have written on the cloth!

Miss Claudel did it.

Foolishness!

Remove that scroll!

Put the two Adams back together.

Move out of the way!

Young lady...

Young lady...

Stand between them again.

Nice...

Very nice...

Limet...

Make me another Adam for tomorrow.

Thank you, all.

How was Victor Hugo's first sitting'?

I love him. I'd like to sculpt him nude. Like the God that he is!

Hey girls! Got a lover?

They're not telling.

Stuck-up!

She's a proper young lady.

She's cultured, she's saving it...

Tell me, when do we see Rodm work?

He's busy thinking.

He'd better watch out!

Women are less important than official orders.

An artist is an artist.

The truth is, he has no ideas.

You know that Rodin is busy arguing with the Minister.

You know that he's the biggest lecher since Victor Hugo.

I'm sure it will be beautiful, Giganti.

You'll be almost crouching, with your head down...

...leaning on your knee.

And yo_ur arms... your arms wlll hang down...

...hugging one leg.

I'm sure it will be powerful.

Powerful...

...and tender...

...just like you.

Taking a break?

It has to dry.

Want company?

All the screens are taken.

You wouldn't know what to do.

Come on, honey! Show me what you've got!

Let go!

You're asking for it!

Camille!

I'll get you. Girls don't play coy for long, here.

You can play without me.

Camille!

Camille!

Leave her alone.

You! You'd better stick to plastering!

Don't you get it'? You're like plaster...

...dull and sticky!

Where are you going?

Back to my real work!

Hey!

Forget it. You don't stand a chance!

What's wrong? Trouble?

I just passed by an angry young girl...

Wait for me in the office.

Return to your pose, Adele.

He doesn't like my marble foot.

He'll never sign it.

'A miracle is based on three conditioner'

'The credulity of all, the good will of some...'

'And the tacit consent of the principal creator.'

He should have understood...

Camille...

You take everything too much to heart. Did you ask him?

He never speaks to me.

'He who is a legend in his own time, is ruled by that legend.'

'It may_ begin In absolute Innocence.'

'But, to cover up flaws and...'

'...maintain the myth of Divine Power...'

'...one has to employ desperate measures.'

We'll hire another...?

No! Still no word from the Claudel girl?

No.

You are unbearable!

Why did you leave?

Such outrageous behavior!

Are you always so lmpulslve?

I have no time. I didn't hire you as a joke.

I need people on the job, day and night.

There's work to be done!

Where did you find that clay?

Under my feet.

In Paris, Monsieur.

In Paris.

You got the head and neck right...

...but you avoided the body.

The human body is a world that moves. It's life!

Never think in surfaces, think in depths.

If you want to copy the head of my Adam, look...

No, I didn't...

Where's your model?

Not a pro, I hope.

They're too soft, flabby... Come and look...

Stand here, see...

You must search in the neck...

...you must force the muscles.

There... You never see me work, so you think I do nothing.

Careful, you'll hurt him!

There you are. You spare your model.

You're bold enough to sculpt a nude man.

But you make him comfortable, and you hide his body.

I'll show_you where I work In secret.

You grant that I'm bold, at least.

You're intelligent and you work from the heart.

But you go about it the wrong way.

You want me to teach you?

I don't neeq lessons or advice.

I work directly with live subjects.

I accept, Miss Claudel.

Am I fired?

She's a pupil.

Oh, sure, another pupil... Too bad!

Because I froze yesterday.

What'll we try?

I hope today you have an idea, at least.

The longer you think, the colder I get.

One can only see the profiles in shadow.

That profile is no good. See?

Won't you go in?

No...

I'll go see Jessie first.

No... not tonight. I'll see her tomorrow.

You already know things that took rne years...

And, what I saw in Italy...

Michelangelo's unfinished slaves...

...lost, abandoned In a dark corner...

The randomness of what's left unfinished...

...it's a complete emotion...

...before pure genius.

The other day when I saw you...

...all white, standing between my two Adams...

...you gave me the idea for a third one.

I thought inspiration doesn't exist.

Pardon me?

I thought inspiration doesn't exist.

I'm so happy.

I'm so haDDy, Camille.

I'll take you wherever you want.

Anywhere.

To the studio.

Your studio?

Yes... No.

Giganti is probably sleeping. I'll go home.

Shall we go to Italy?

I'm going in.

- Afraid of being scolded? - No.

- Honest? - No.

I'm no longer a child.

And my mother doesn't speak to me.

Why?

She doesn't like sculpture... All that filth...

Mine always said, 'Get rid of them! They're everywhere!'

Even under the bed!'

Your mess!'

You see...

I'm twice your age...

...but we'll hav_e the same memories.

Good night.

I never meant to copy your Adam.

My Giganti hides his body because he's hurt.

Your coat!

At least you know what moves you...

I no longer know.

Look, Paul...

He signed!

Victor Hugo is dead.

Is that her?

She has eyes you read about.

Deep blue, Schwob.

Victor Hugo is dead!

Victor Hugo is dead!

Victor Hugo is dead!

All of France weeps for Hugo, and you cry over nonsense!

I want to go with you!

But it's a funeral!

I'm saving you a trip.

I want to sgee the processwn.

There isn't any.

Yes, there is! I read about it.

Now, Rose...

The truth is, you're ashamed of me.

You'll be happier on your balcony.

Oh, leave rne alone!

- Have you seen Giganti? - No.

What heat!

Oh, such heat!

Can't you play something else, dear?

She said, 'You're ashamed of me!'

And he said...

'Rose, you'll be happier on your balcony.'

And old Rose was dressed in pink, from head to toe!

Who is this Rose?

Louis says it's ancient history.

Is she his wife?

Louis says she's one of several. But they're not married.

You're sure?

PQsitive. Her name ls Rose Beuret.

It's hot, isn't it?

You're sure?

Yes.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Get dressed.

That funeral wore me out.

Poor Victor Hugo.

Come back tomorrow. It's too hot today.

Good-bye, sir.

Another party that turns into crap.

All the simmering and fake grief.

His corpse comes in handy.

You're a fine sight in those dark panes!

The country will do us all good.

She thinks she doesn't need the rest.

Walk around! You'll step on your sisters' skirts!

I've invited Monsieur Rodin to Villeneuve.

It's time we thanked him.

But, Papa, he's too busy. He can't come.

I wrote to him. We'll see...

Tell the priest I still want to tear down his church.

Louis Prosper! Stop tormenting that poor priest.

Have a good trip! See you Sunday.

Monsieur Rodin

Monsieur Rodin. I beg you...

...don't come to Villeneuve.

Notice the curves of the steeple.

Delighted, Madame Rodin.

We wanted to thank you...

We feel honored...

How was your trip?

Camille! Our guests are here.

We used to live here all year...

...but my husband works in Rambouillet now.

And then, Camille dragged us to Paris.

Here's Camille...

This is Camille Claudel.

I know...

May I present my brother, Paul...

Delighted.

Sensual pleasures are everywhere...

The color of the foliage...

...the quality of the sky...

Stop! Rose will catch on.

I don't care.

Silence!

If only we had lettuce like this in Paris!

You flatter my wife. It's her garden.

I grow tomatoes on my balcony.

Rose is full of ideas.

I don't want to see them.

You should have stopped him. And he brought her!

I'll never forgive you.

Camille!

Do you want to wash up?

Exactly.

Follow me.

Wear out the earth...

Aren't you glad to see me?

Why did you come? It's horrid. I'm ashamed.

It's a good way to keep time.

To be precise, Madame...

...this poor priest keeps us informed...

...of all his pitiful activities.

Are you a practicing Catholic?

I do as Monsieur Rodin does.

And what does Monsieur Rodin do?

This may surprise you, but I almost became a monk.

I was young. My older sister...

“Maria, whom I adored...

...became a nun...

after a promise of marriage fell through...

She died of grief.

After her death I entered the monastery.

I began leading her life.

To my surprise, my Confessor asked me to do his portrait.

By making me sculpt, he brought me back to life.

To my life, I mean.

It's a miracle that...

...he recognized the difference between grief and a vocation.

No doubt...

No doubt...

I think I'd do the same thing.

You?

You'd become a nun?

I would stop...

What arrogance!

From whom do you get it?

Camille is not arrogant.

She just won't settle for less...

than she thinks she deserves.

When she's violent...

it's o_nly beqause she's impassioned.

As a child...

...she used to model human skeletons out of clay.

Then she'd bake them in the oven.

And she'd forget to eat and sleep.

It was amazing.

When she's touchy...

it's because_ she's uncompromising.

Papa...

Monsieur Rodin must have realized this.

Isn't that so, Monsieur Rodin?

Ah, temperament!

Where do we get our temperament?

We don't know what it is...

but we do know what it does!

On the 'Gates of Hell' I'm three years behind.

Here, look...

Look.

He's missing the hands and feet... See?

The Bourgeois of Calais---

Does anyone know they were?

Victor Hugo, now hated posing. He made me work in the hall...

I kept forgetting what he looked like...

And Balzac! Now I've got him, now I don't...

How can you sh_ow a man's braln... on hls face?

I have only myself to blame!

So, if I don't want to be hounded by bureaucrats...

I must have help. I can't work alone.

And Jessie Lipscomb is leaving us for England.

I need qualified artists. Talented ones! And fast!

No time to lose.

Which brings me...

to the pressing reason for my visit here.

I want Camille in Paris!

Oh, yes.

That's the end of vacation.

Madame Rodin, coffee is served.

I feel you're abandoning rne.

You're abandoning rne.

Rodin didn't come to say good-bye.

Give his secrets to the English.

I won't give them. I'll sell them!

Good-bye, darling!

Camille, Camille!

Here they come!

Welcome.

Marvelous, isn't it?

Pure 18th century...

- Change the locks. - Oh, okay.

It sure stinks...

Industry, Louis, industry.

I thought the 'Neubourg Folly' was a madhouse.

Did you check thoroughly?

Yes. Nobody's living here.

The country! Right here in Paris!

Do you like our new studio, Miss Claudel?

I'm the happiest woman alive.

I love you.

I love you!

Look how beautiful you are... Look...

Stay with me tonight...

No...

I don't want to upset my family.

Louis Prosper, come inside now.

You'll catch cold.

When I think Camille doesn't even bother...

to come home on Sunday.

Your one day at home...

Are you listening to me?

She's a bad example for Paul.

I couldn't find Giganti!

You'll forget him.

He'd have been a good 'Bourgeois of Calais.' To work!

You loved her?

I know you loved her.

You never dared tell her.

I'll tell you a secret, Giganti. Without her, I don't know...

She's my only source of inspiration.

What does she have that I've lost?

It's too dark. I can't see...

But I can see fine...

It's not the same...

Why not? What's the use of all this? Incredibly dumb!

It doesn't affect Miss Claudel!

And you call yourselves artists!

Look at her!

She's the greatest technician I've ever had...

Day or night, mud to marble...

That's enough of that.

He's right. It's pitch black in here.

Good night...

But the newspapers...

Your career is all you think about...

- But... - See you!

Look at them...

..Scandalous...

I'm going.

No. What'll I do without you?

Poor boy, drowning in filthy water...

...too disgusted to call for help, he lets himself die.

I want to go far away, leave Pans...

...leave the family...

leave everything around me...

before it's too late.

Rodin will surely help you.

You'll join the foreign service...

At least now you remember I exlst.

What's this?

Yo_ur sister and her fiance are here!

Tell Rodin you'd prefer China or America...

YQur_ fiance is a fine pianist, Mr. lvlassary.

We'll join you in a moment, children.

What are you lovebirds doing?

Come, have your picture taken.

Rodin was going to give you a raise. Did he?

He promised, Papa.

Does he pay YOU regularly?

Yes.

The 'Bourgeois of Calais' are nearly done.

What does that have to do with it?

Since you met Rodin...

you've done no work of your own.

That's not true.

He's more concerned about my future than I am.

This is December.

If you haven't begun, you'll miss the Salon.

You've exhibited nothing yet this year.

I've learned to work faster from him.

My daughter didn't wait...

...for Rodin in order to exist!

Don't ever forget...

...that we're different. That we're the Claudels.

You always worked faster and better than others.

Remember, Boucher told us...

you must exhibit to become known.

There's no other way.

I know, Papa.

Look at me, darling.

Lift your eyes.

Your future belongs to you.

Also...

Don't be seen too much with Monsieur Rodin.

People might gossip.

Sorry I'm late.

You pan see your sister later.

She's here for good.

Please...

Lunch is ready.

This lunch meant so much to Camille.

What a cook that Rose is!

Winter will be rough.

Whenever I'm still hungry I eat the bread.

Thanks, I'm fine.

Let's write to my friend...

in 'Foreign Affairs' together.

This way.

Madame, I have good news. You're pregnant.

Those people don't even understand your work.

Let the Mayor of Calais come here.

It's the whole Town Council of Calais!

I can't stand these parties.

Go, see your Minister alone.

Camille.

I'm glad I won't be seeing you!

Camille! Camille!

Marry me.

Dear Rodin...

I can't come to Calais. I have no hat or shoes.

So excuse me...

and don't accuse me of bad faith.

I began a portrait of you.

When it's done, I'll make a mold.

When that's dry...

I'll just need to break it open to see you.

Camille.

I sleep naked... as if you were here.

But when I wake up, it's not the same.

Don't be unfaithful to me.

You'll never get him! He's mine!

Where would you be without your hands?

Next time, I'll kill you.

Traitor, toad...

drunkard, vampire...

skinflint, hoodlum, Dig...

abject money-grubber...

sold, retard, plate of butter...

...scou_ndrgel, blackmailer, senile, intellectual..

...secret fund, idiot...

...imbecile, gos_sip, huguenot, vermin...

...lecher, sh_yster, lamebrain.

Look, Camille...

Stop! Can't you see you have a fever?

You should be in bed.

That's enough, Schwob.

Canine...

bigot, Zola...

garbage can...

See you tomorrow...

Brat...

- Good evening. - Filth"-

Freemason...

communist...

out of touch...

Papa, it's for you.

Camille has disappeared.

She left everything behind.

What is it now? You just got back from Calais...

Nobody's seen her in 8 days.

There's nothing I can do tonight.

Let him in, if he's here.

Leave me in peace!

Go to the studio. Get the others. Run!

Striking, isn't it, Limet?

Alchemy. Magic.

I never saw a self-portrait like that.

So lifelike.

A cruel look at yourself...

You must look, gentlemen.

An artist believes his own eyes.

Many pupils have done my bust

This one is the most beautiful.

I'll exhibit it everywhere.

Imagine! From memory!

She did it from memory!

She did it in your absence?

Miss Claudel has become a master.

She has the talent of a man.

She's a witch.

Camille!

It's magnificent. A premonition.

That's how I'll look in ten years.

It's magnificent.

Something has happened...

Somethings wrong. Where were you, my love?

Choose, Rodin.

Your wife, or me.

Rose is not my wife.

What's wrong with you?

Jealous of an old attachment?

It's not like you and me.

You and I are freaks of nature. We're the same breed.

You're dreaming, Rodin.

An 'idyllic romance In a castle...

We're two ghosts in a wasteland.

What are you talking about?

With you...

...l_vv_ant peace... oblivion... work...

Will you leave her?

If only I could, Camille.

If only I could.

Leave her, I beg you. Leave her.

I'm the one you love.

Tell me I'm the one you love.

You love me! Do you? You love me!

Don't let the worst happen to us. Please.

There are different ways of loving.

What do you want me to do?

Fire her, like a maid?

I'll speak to her.

Give me time.

Give me time to prepare her.

I'm all she has.

She's the one you love.

It's her.

Rose is ill, you hear?

She's ill.

I thought you were different.

I'm leaving.

Tomorrow I'll send for my things and my pay.

You tyrant!

I worked hard for you.

Now I'll work for myself.

All right, let's go.

You move in and go through my things.

You believe in God?

If you think I like being with Catholics!

Did you convert?

Have you gone crazy?

No. I found faith.

Why did you hide it all this time?

If you think I haven't been worrying what Papa would say!

Another of my son's whims!'

I was in agony. You would all have laughed.

Remember, the whole family obeyed you...

...when you announced we should stop attending mass.

That's not your only reason for not telling us...

...not the only reason.

I want to write. I want to be successful.

It won't be easy...

...to be a Catholic, a poet and a diplomat, all at one time.

You can laugh if you like!

But the man with no faith...

...will never be a great artist.

God exists.

He saved me from despair...

...and I need Him to be myself.

I'll be who I am without any help.

I've prayed for you all year long.

I had an abortion, Paul.

An abortion!

My poor Camille... Are you going to leave him?

Let me stay here a while.

I won't bother you.

I don't want to go back home.

I promise...

...I won't see him again.

I don't ever want to see him again.

I don't ever want to see him again.

I found you a place nearby.

That's fine...

You think of everything.

You look after me...

You know_the opposite of conversion? Diversion

Buy yourself a mirror..

After peaking on 'all' the voice falls on 'Alas'...

And the piano concludes...

Once again.

That's her body.

I hear the Claudel girl makes the hands and feet of his statues.

Love has given the old man wings.

A card, sir.

CAMILLE CLAUDEL SCULPTOR

Where's the beautiful girl?

You have a rich imagination and a steady hand.

I must go.

Thank you.

Eugene Blot.

- Claudel. - Debussy.

Well?

Well...?

Well... nothing but naked rumpus"-

I kissed Sakountala!

We all wanted to kiss her.

But I did it!

Naked rumps pointing toward Heaven, noses in the sand.

I know you heard horrible things.

Kiss me.

No comment. Mr. Debussy.

Let's be clearl I do the business, you do the sculpting.

I'm sure I c_an sell both of these In bronze.

I'll make the sales, take my percentage... and we're even.

Of course, you get the first bronzes.

Take this advance. You need it.

Thank you.

Thank you, Monsieur Blot.

Camille!

Camille!

There might be an official order for you.

Do you hear?

At least, go and see Morhardt.

Forgive me.

Open the door! Camille!

Bundle up, Paul. It's very cold in America.

And watch out in the streets. They have gangsters.

Savages... cowboys...

Good luck, Paul.

God bless you. God keep you.

Assert yourself!

I'll miss you.

I'll try to do well, too.

You'll be proud of me.

Write to me.

We'll be like we used to be. Like before!

Your brother's been sent to New York.

We have decided to give you your dowry.

You've dipped into it considerably. But, still...

At last we're leaving Paris after those years of hard work...

...that poisoned our tranquility.

If you really need to, come with us to Villeneuve.

There's no shame. Many unmarried girls do it.

Do you think she'd agree?

She's a considerable sculptor and...

Is she really working on her own now?

I showed her where to find gold, but the gold she finds is hers.

I'm not very cheerful.

I've become a stranger to myself.

There's always something missing.

Your voice has changed the most.

Nothing that's monstrous is foreign to me.

You, at least, are used to it. All your intrigues...

You can't deny it.

You can be so nasty at times.

I find that you're not well.

Your 'Balzac' is a noble idea, Auguste Rodin.

That's not the general opinion.

That statue has made me the laughing stock of Paris.

My Balzac!

L'_ll _end up puttmg it In my garden!

I want to make love with you.

Your little musician.. Debussy..

Was he a good lover?

Be quiet... Anyway, I hate music...

Why don't you touch me?

No. Let me discover your work, wlll you?

Why? Are you afraid I've surpassed you?

No, no. Copied me, perhaps.

Calm down...

They say you're not well...

But when I see the amount of work!

Won't you look?

No, I'd rather feel it first.

With your coqrage... your colossal wfllpower...

You make me want to scream.

I feel like I've brought home a bailiff.

No. You can't...

You can't...

I told you the trouble I've had over 'Balzac.'

If you complete this one, there'll be more scandal.

How can you reduce...

...what we shared to that image?

You show me as a spineless puppet torn apart by two women.

That's a vile caricature!

What do you want?

I want you to do what I tell you to do!

Exactly!

Not do what I'm doing?

I've earned the right to do my own work.

If it means ridiculing me, destroying me...

...then you must give it up.

Submit all your ideas to me.

Don't compare yourself to me!

What?

Never! You're a third-rate sculptor.

Then why attack me so violently?

Everything comes from me, nothing from you.

You struggle too much for your work.

It speaks for itself.

Why are you jealous?

- Jealous? - Yes.

Jealous, me'?

I make sculptures of life, not death!

You despise life.

You search for pain.

You get drunk on pain.

And you create pain.

You portray yourself as a victim.

A martyr. But you're the one who left me.

It was impossible to live with you!

Listen, Camille.

The work we did together was good.

I always treated you as an equal.

All the work I did for you was good!

'Miss Claudel, Rodin's pupil!

'She picks up Rodin's scraps...'

'and crams them into her sculptures!'

You allowed them to say it!

Oh, God!

YOUIFG my WOFSt enemy...

...I've just realized.

You stole it all!

My youth, my work! Everything!

I've ruined your life?

I wish I'd never met you!

I'd rather be in an asylum!

That's where you'd like to put me!

You're completely drunk!

Completely drunk.

You've started drinking. Everyone says so.

If I didn't drink...

they'd all know you put me in this state.

So let them think I'm in this state because I drink!

I'm a well-known prpfessional sculptor. I'm backing you.

I know the fools are against you.

What do you mean, professional?

Do you m.ean running three studios at once?

Socializing instead of putting your hand in clay?

Driving your workers on marble...

while you add the finishing touches!

As an artist, I refuse your system!

Stop this gossip! Slander! Stop confusing everything!

Confusing!

You're confused! Supporting political hacks..

...so they'll defend your work!

I'm neither for nor against Dreyfus!

If only you believed in either side...

When I heard you were pro-Dreyfus...

just for your personal gains...

...for your Balzac...

...so you could finally exhibit, then I turned against Dreyfus!

That's enough!

Stop.

It's ridiculous!

Such a waste!

When I met you, you were...

...for me, the most desirable woman in the world.

You, who are a sculptor!

You caressed my naked stomach...

...and didn't even realize it had changed.

Had I known you expected a child I'd have married you.

For years... you didn't want...

You never wanted to choose...

You never decided anything.

I never loved anyone but you.

I couldn't share you.

It was a struggle for me.

What should I tell you?

You made a mistake, that's all.

It's finished.

I don't want any more complicated emotions...

...the tyranny of feelings.

I can't anymore.

On your deathbed you'll still hesitate!

Why?

There's nothing left.

Yes, but...

What will you do?

I need the money.

Y WK “ERA

You'll never get it inside.

What about the landlord?

What about him? It's only wood.

Thank you, Robert.

Good-bye...

You're wrong to think it's about you.

You 're a sculptor, Hod/n, n01' a sculpture.

You ought to know.

I am that old woman with nothing on her bones.

And the aging young girl---

that's also me.

And the man is me, too.

Not you.

I gave him my toughness.

He gave me his emptiness m return.

There you are... three times me.

The Holy Trinity, trinity of emptiness.

How did you know...

...there were people inside the big white rock?

You have a stomach ache?

My father's a doctor.

They're poisoning my food.

The poison's working.

The poison's going through my body. I can feel it.

I'm like a cabbage that's being devoured by caterpillars.

Every time I out out a new leaf, they eat it up.

You say you feel so isolated...

you fear you'll forget how to speak.

So you talk out loud to reassure yourself.

No use screaming.

Better shut up.

Above all, no names.

They could all come here...

to threaten me.

Who?

You know who.

You lied!

You said you wanted my three figures...

for the Universal Exposition!

I swear, it was never a question of the Exposition of 1900.

Listen, Miss Claudel...

I was the first one who wrote about you, defended you.

I need recognition, not praise!

But you have it!

The order for 'The Age of Maturity' is official.

But not for the Exposition of 1900.

It's a scheme of Rodin's. I know it!

Whenever he can, Rodin helps you.

He wishes you well.

Believe me, I'm in no mood to be held back by Rodin's gang.

He brags about his power.

And he prints my portrait on postcards...

against my wishes!

And the bust I made of him!

He exhibits it anywhere, in any way, without my consent!

His head! It's all he cares about.

And the erotic sketches!

You go too far!

Rodin isn't your enemy.

You must calm down.

You've assailed us...

with your letters and demands for too long.

Who do you think you are?

Don't you know who I am? Or are you pretending?

What kind of behavior is this? You're crazy!

I'm Camille Claudel!

And if you don't know it, I'll show you!

Doctor Michaux!

Let go of her!

Scandalous!

I'm Doctor Ivlichaux. What is this?

A search warrant, sir.

We're reclaiming state property.

It's a plot by the Rodin gang.

The State paid for your work.

Monsieur Morhardt gave you the check.

I burned the check.

Nobody can keep rne from making another one.

Nobody can keep rne from making another one.

Capitalist!

It's your devil, Camille, again!

Exploiter of the poor!

You have to come out of your house now.

You hear?

You'll have to walk through garbage to get out.

You hear me?

It's time we moved.

My daughter!

It's not possible.

Your eyes are dark blue, my child.

You look terrible. Louise couldn't reach you.

Your brother also tried to see you...

during his last visit.

He was in Paris?

Is that in America?

Fou Tcheou.

He travels_a great deal. He's a vlce consul.

It's beautiful.

I wanted so much to go to China with him.

He'll be well-known.

He's a great poet.

I neglected him for too long.

I know, Papa.

I always took up too much room.

Have I disappointed you?

Yes...

...but I'll always love you.

'I wanted not to weep'

'and to get up to walk, but man only goes forward.'

'Until he has to stop.'

'And his bones well up in his eyes, out of that sea...'

'which, in all chests, rnses to the same level.'

'Where did I go wrong? Where is my fault?'

'If they cut off my hands...'

'...I'll offer you the stumps.'

'I'll come toward you...'

'On my bones, toward you...'

I'm ashamed...

...I'm ashamed.

Paul has found God.

He's come to terms with that. Good terms.

And you, what will you have, when I'm gone?

'Am I made of stone?'

'It seems to me the leaves are made of cloth or of sheet metal.'

'and that the air is a decor you can look at..'

'and this sun whose first rays...'

'as if they touched the past, made me resonate...'

'like a stone hurled against bronze...'

'Let it rise. It matters to me abut as much as..'

'...the sight of a cow's lung floating in a butcher's doorway.'

'Why live?'

'I don't care about living...'

'...Or being dead...'

Mama!

'It hurts me'

'Today'

'Today has come that I might show who I am.'

'Alone'

'...against them all'

'l Will walk...'

'I will be lethal, the bestial snout of the armed fist.'

'I will speak before that assembly...'

'of swine and of cowards...'

'And either I will die or establish my own kingdom.'

'l-lola!'

'l-lola!'

'l-lola!'

'l-lola!'

My dear Paul" -

I have a lo! of new ideas for you.

Three figures listening to another, behind a screen.

A young girl on a bench, crying.

Her parents watch, stunned.

I get great pleasure from working.

In next year's salon, the group of three"-

if I'm done, large scale.

And I've another group in mind, that you'll love.

See, it's no longer like Rodin. And dressed!

You never tell me what you're writing.

Any new books?

Several friends told me to buy, 'Tete d'Or.'

It's been terribly cold lately.

I keep a fire going all night.

If you can spare any money for heat--

it would help.

Thank you for the onyx.

I hear the crash of green water.

Hurry and come see all this.

I hold you close. Camille.

You're the only one"-

...to whom I've confided all this.

Don't show this to anyone.

Miss Claudel.

Miss Claudel.

I'm a friend of Eugene Blot.

Rodin sent you.

Qh yos, I know, you're hls mistress, I saw you.

No! He's a friend of my father's.

My name is Judith Cladel. I'm a journalist.

Claudel, Cladel... Really!

My newspaper sent me to interview you.

Talk to the cats.

Monsieur Rodin said.. he showed you where to find gold

But the gold you find is yours.

In an article, Morhardt calls you an artist beyond compare...

That's quite an honor...

Oh, very nice...

Nice, Millionaires pquncing on defenseless artists...

There, woman exploited... signed Camille Claudel.

You seem bitterly angry. Yet you used to be close friends.

I promise not to write

anything bad...

Write that in your article.

You all have made me false promises.

For me, at least zero plus zero equals zero!

Rodin may believe that the one talking to you is dead

but my desire to have money is not dead.

But you sacrifice everything to sculpture"-

My onyx, that you see the green stone, there, the two---

I polished myself. And onyx, let me say"-

...it is an impossible stone, untouchable.

You know, I'm here to help. And this article can be very useful.

Can you pay me my models, my molders, my cast, my marble and my coal?

All my statues bring to everyone except me.

You can leave, Judith Cladel...

...if you are not here to give me all your money.

I needed to pour my rage on the first

that comes to my reach, so good. It's too bad for you.

The more I'm wrong, the more I hope.

If you don't come from Rodin, I will apologize.

But if you come from Rodin"-

My workshop will remain permanently closed to you.

I have no choice.

Good bye.

Give regards to Rodin.

- Good evening, Judith. - Good evening, teacher.

She's there! Knock the door!

Do it before she will be expelled and all tenants will complain about her.

I have no power.

Here's the rent.

He wrote that his brother is back for the summer.

Miss Claudel---

Miss Claudel---

Are you drunk?

Enough, Camille.

Enough!

My God, you've changed!

Haven't yo_u _seen the rlver nsmg?

The area has been evacuated.

He wants to drown me now.

The way you carry on!

You refused an order for ten busts of Rodin!

You're officially invited to Prague with him... you don't go!

Have some cpurage, damn It!

Your behavior is irresponsible.

You hear'? lrresponsflole!

To complete the picture...

...you mail cat shit to the Minister of Culture...

...and accuse Rodin of stealing the Mona Lisa.

Bravo. Very funny.

Stop these morbid pranks.

Go out! Be seen!

React intelligently...

instead of burying yourself alive.

This is suicide, Camille.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid of being robbed!

I'm afraid!

I'm afraid!

Everyone is afraid one time or another.

But... with me... it's all the time.

There are people... who are bothered by me...

...who don't forgive me for being so gifted.

No, listen, Camille.

We haven't met for a long time.

What new treasures!

Look“.

This little piece...

...it's monumental!

You mean 'The Chatterboxes'?

You call it that?

Or 'The Gossips.'

Sakountala..

...in marble.

And that little girl...

Look, I'll give you six months...

...to create a new piece for me, large-scale.

I'll arrange an exhibition...

a one-man show of your work.

TheyWlsee how sublime you are.

You look like Cinderella.

I like Cinderella.

It's like the lower depths here.

I'll arrange it all. First, the cats.

Don't move. I'll be back.

I'll carry you to the boat.

Before he knows see the child waved his little hands swarming.

The pleasure maternal of having the plastic earth in his hands"-

. . . the art of modeling, possessing - - -

...now remein between ten fingers, their round shapes--

these beautiful living machines that move around it.

This is what the desire appears in him for the first time---

...satisfies with the first arch and the first doll.

Camille Claudel is the first to create this type of inner sculpture.

Critics have often compared her art...

...to that of another, whose name I detest...

In fact, there is no similarity whatever...

between the two.

The art of that sculptor is the heaviest there is.

Some of his figures can't even get free of the clay...

...in which they are petrified.

When they aren't crawling...

- hugging the mud in a kind of erotic furor...

...then each, clasping another body, seeks to recreate...

...the primitive mass.

Impenetrable, they repel the light... like a thick wall.

Bravo, Paul!

Bravo, Paul! Bravo!

Bravo, Paul!

She's frightening!

How embarrassing for her brother.

You're a wonderful poet, Monsieur Claudel.

Wonderful!

You've seen 'The Gossips'? It's so small...

...it fits in your hand, like a secret.

Eugene Blot, thank you!

It's a triumph!

She doesn't have a style...

Of course she's eccentric...

It's from Camille.

She made that dress especially for the occasion

A circus!

Nothing ever comes out of a whirlwind...

...except trash.

Still, Camille's work isn't at all like Rodin's sleazy pawing.

Getting over Rodin has been hard on her, you know.

She staked everything on Rodin, and she lost everything.

My sister.

My sister...

...is a mystery in full light.

There's a way to approach a mystery... gently...

I'm leaving, Blot!

Without saying good-bye to her?

The reviews were mostly good.

They only panned your 'Perseus.'

They found it too disturbing.

Some felt you portrayed yourself...

as having a severed head.

They've no right to criticize my statue.

You've struggled alone.

You're the most authentic sculptor I know.

Just disregard the salon clique.

I sold nothing...

...but I will. I'm not discouraged.

Your work can't help but touch collectors in the end, because...

...it tears my heart out.

They scoff at you because they can't destroy you.

Genius always terrifies people.

I should have bought dresses, hats, instead of...

...indulging my passion for dubious edifices.

Your art is so great, nobody understands it anymore.

I love you, Blot.

Just send back the works in plaster.

Keep the marble pieces.

Keep the bronzes, too.

You go, Robert, talk to her.

It's Robert!

It's Robert!

Open up!

You! Open up!

A shame, using a child. Robert, where's your dad?

All they do is sleep! I am a sculptor, sir!

I get my ideas at night. That's it! Good-bye, Robert.

MARCH 3, 1913

When I think of how he suffered...

...when he learned the truth about her and Rodin!

Such arrogance! Living with him like a kept woman!

I don't even dare say what I think!

She abused us!

Still, I can't abandon my daughter.

Something must be done quickly.

I, the undersigned, doctor of medicine... MARCH 8, 7973

...certify that Camille Claudel---

...suffers from severe mental problems.

That she wears rags... certamly never washes herself...

That she has sold almost all her furniture"-

...although she receives from her family... who also pay for her rent---

...200 francs per month"-

with which she could live comfortably"-

That she lives in isolation, in a locked room, Without air---

...having sealed the windows several months ago.

She amounted to nothing.

I amounted to something. She didn't.

She evidently is still terrified of Rodin's gang.

All the gifts Nature gave her...

brought only unhappiness.

It's a total catastrophe. My sister is swallowed up.

...and a danger to her neighbor necessitates her confinement"-

...to a mental hospital.

MARCH 10, 1913

Al! these ordeals In one week.

The death of my husband... my daughter...

It's horrible.

When she's better, you can take her home...

Ville Evrard Mental Hospital

My little Pau/---

You came to see me in May"-

...and I made you promise--

not to neglect me so terribly.

lviadhouses are made to inflict suffering.

It can't be helped"-

...especially if you never see anyone.

They try to force me to sculpt here.

They don't succeed, so they make trouble for me.

Don '2' forget, Paul- - -

your _sister is in prison with madwomen.

Mama wrote the doctor"-

that I mean to harm you.

That I detest you and am out to hurt you.

It's not true.

I wish she would take me to Vil/eneuve with her.

Do you think I enjoy spending months, years---

like this, without any news, orhope?

Where does such ferocity come from?

How did they manage to change you so?

I'd really like to know.

You might as well send me to Siberia.

Did you take care of my things?

Are they in Vi/Ieneuve?

Be careful they don't fall into Rodin's hands.

He's so afraid I might come back.

That's why he's keeping me here, isn't it, Paul?

I would so like to go home and close the door tightly.

I don't know if I'll be able to realize this dream"-

...to be home.

Oh, God, I wish I were in Villeneuve.

Your sister in exile.

Because of the war...

...Camille Claude! was transferred to the asylum at Montdevergues...

...on September 9, 1914.

She died there on October 19, 1943, after thirty years of confinement.